This story is being written by Dr Tomi Brains and Dovefall GPS! Please do not edit unless your one of us two, your fixing a grammar mistake, or your an admin. Thanks!
Prolouge[]
A screeching sound came from one of the eggs in the nursery, no nightwings appearing to help it out of it's egg. It cracked and trembled, before a small head popped up.
"awk!" it chirped, tumbling over. It's echo filled the room, before finally a large nightwing appeared.
"This...is my dragonet?" She hissed, picking him up by his neck. "So...frail and weak..he won't survive..." she sighed, rolling her eyes. "What to name you...what to name you..." She rasped her talons along her chin as she put him down on the ground.
He let out a squeak as he saw a bug, leaping towards it as his mother watched with interest, blinking slowly.
"Preyhunter." She tested out the name, feeling it roll off her tongue. "Preyhunter, put down that bug!" She called, as he tumbled over. "...I should name you frailbones, or weakling, but...Preyhunter will do."
He gave a squeak up to her, touching her snout.
"Yes...Preyhunter." She nodded slowly, staring at her dragonet. "That shall be your name. A weird name for a even weirder dragonet." She muttered.
Preyhunter stared, before blabbing out random words.
"...ugh." She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Why do so many mothers say you dragonets are so great..?" She muttered to herself, before picking him up and walking out of the nursery, her tail flicking.
He stared up at his mother, his eyes gleaming as he thought to himself "i'll make you proud, mama! Just watch me!".
Part 1; Wings of Night[]
Chapter 1:[]
"My wings are sore." The fraile dark dragon complained, looking at the other two. "Can we please rest? I know we're going to one of the queens but- c'mon, we don't need to fly for 10 hours!"
"Shut up Preyhunter!" Fierceteeth yelled back, holding the obsidian mirror close to her chest. Of course, Preyhunter pouted, watching his two friends who babbled to each other. He knew Fierceteeth only agreed to help because she hated Glory as much as he did, and because Strongwings agreed as well. He knew the two had some sort of a fling going on. It annoyed him to no end, his ears drooping before Strongwings spoke up.
"Well, last time we slept you lost the obsidian mirror." Strongwings snorted, as Preyhunter's jaw gaped. It wasn't his fault! He was holding onto it strongly! Besides, it was stolen, not lost! And it was definitly by the Darkstalker! How else would there have been such a cryptic message if it weren't for the Darkstalker?
"Preyhunter!" He was snapped out of his trance by Fierceteeth, who snapped her jaws in his face. "Good, your awake." She hissed, her wings swishing through the air. "We're almost to the sandwing kingdom. Then we'll stop by the outclaws, and ask them for information to get to Queen Burn." She flicked her claw like it was nothing, as Preyhunter sighed, his muscles sore.
"Please...we can rest now. If we sleep in the sand we'll stick out like sore talons! It's dark underneath the trees!" He yelped, as Strongwings and Fierceteeth both growled and rolled their eyes.
"You can rest. But me and Strongwings will keep going. Have fun being lost, loser." She said, licking her teeth.
"i- .." Preyhunter sighed, before following them. He hated being alone, especially while asleep. So many things could happen in so little time...
As they flew, the sun bore into his scales as they finally landed on the outskirts of the outclaws territory, with Preyhunter taking in a deep breath.
[more tba later lol]